章 62: The Football Hooligans Part 3

Tang En was not afraid to face these impetuous drunks. The man standing closest to him could have just swung his fist forward and hit his nose, but Tang En did not step down when faced with other men's fury.

He flung the torn flag toward Hodge. "Michael's son is dead, and you're all his murderers!"

The pub, which had just been noisy like a coliseum, suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at Twain in shock and let the flag that they had considered as life, fall to the ground.

Hodge was also shocked, and he asked, "What are you talking about?"

The door behind Tang En was pushed open once again, and a sweaty Kenny Burns appeared in front of the crowd. "What Tony said is right. Your men knocked down Gavin while you were running away, and you and the Millwall b*stards trampled all over him."

Hodge's eyes widened. He could not believe what he just heard. He had not drunk much, and his mind was sober.